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"She left. I mean, could you believe that?" Chloe was staring down a cosmopolitan martini, her fourth one on an empty stomach, and stirring it with her straw. The barkeep was the only other one in the bar as it was nearly last call on a Wednesday. She had thought about getting up after her third, but the way the room was spinning didn't feel quite right. She was talking to the barkeep, but he seemed to have left in the middle of her sentence to clean a glass on the opposite side of the bar, "She kissed me." She said as if saying out loud would confirm it happened. She touched her lips as she said it as if the kiss itself was still lingering there, "She kissed me, then she left." Somewhere deep in the back of Chloe's mind, she knew Beca had good reason. She knew that Spider-Girl was important, but after being in love with Beca since freshman year - she couldn't help herself. She and Beca Mitchell has kissed twice now and she had no idea what it meant. Did Beca like her too? Did it mean the same thing to her as it did to Chloe? She started to giggle in her drunken state. She leaned on the edge of the bar and nearly fell off her barstool in the process, "I mean, who does that?"

In the meantime, Beca was wondering about the Bella house, which was weirdly empty for a Wednesday night. She was looking for Chloe. She had been gone a few hours longer than she had intended to be and when she got home Chloe was no longer in her room anymore. And for all the hours she was gone, she hadn't stopped thinking about their kiss. Did Chloe kiss her back? Did Chloe want that? She was absolutely shocked that Beca had kissed her in the first place, so Beca was nervous that she took the moment the wrong way. What if Chloe didn't like her? What if she took the kiss the wrong way?

She kept checking from room to room and worked through the hollowness growing in her chest. And as she continued, She was working through the way her throat felt dry, the way her lips were numb. She was working through the horrible feeling traveling it's way from her gut to her lungs. She was trying to ignore the way it felt to be rejected, again, and she was desperately trying to convince herself that she just had to find Chloe. If she found Chloe then she would know for sure. But all she could think about was what if Chloe didn't like her. What if, instead, she was ruining everything she had built with the Bellas? What if Chloe didn't like her and that made everything more awkward? What if it would ruin their family? She couldn't imagine her life without the Bellas and what if she had messed it up all over again by kissing Chloe? What if Chloe had only kissed Spider-Girl because Spider-Girl had saved her. What if their first kiss meant nothing to Chloe? Beca stopped at the staircase to sit down. The thoughts bubbling up to the surface were giving her a headache and she needed the moment to take a deep breath.

"Beca? What's wrong?" It was Amy. She was standing at the doorway and Beca had missed her come in.

Beca shook her head, tears that she had held back were now threatening the edges of her eyes, "I made a mistake," The words hardly came out in a sound.
Amy shook her head and stared at her, or possibly through her, "Beca, what are you talking about?"

Beca put her head between her knees. As she did some of her hair fell into her eyes. Tears dripped down her face and branded her skin red as they fell, "I-I kissed her." Beca said, "And I know I made a mistake and she doesn't feel -"

"Who? Chloe?" Amy folded his arms. She was torn. She had no right to intervene and tell Beca that everyone knew Chloe liked her, but there was no way she was letting Beca give it up, "Have you talked to her?"

"I, well, not really. I just know that she doesn't, Ames. It's been so many years that I've been in love-" she stopped short realized she had already said too much. It was one thing for a quick kiss and another to be in love, "I love her." She finally said out loud.

Amy leaned on the banister and stared at her best friend at the top of the stairs, "Beca, you need to talk to her before you assume the worst, right?." She couldn't say anymore, knowing full well it would be wrong of her to tell Beca of Chloe's feelings. The Bellas had agreed on that a long time ago. That they should only intervene if they absolutely had to. That Beca and Chloe had to realize their feelings for each other on their own and let it happen naturally. It was theirs to work out on their own and as much hassle as it was over the years, Amy had to let it play out because it wasn't her right, "Don't you dare act like you can walk away from all of this. You have no idea how she feels. You're just scared."

Beca wrinkled her nose at that. Nothing had ever really given her fear like this had. She wasn't afraid of anything, she was Beca Effin Mitchell. Beca was strong from day one and to say the least her skin was thick. She had moments of fear and anxiety and she had terrible moments, but she had never stopped being herself. That is, until now. Amy was right. She was afraid of being honest with Chloe and she had been hiding it for years. Afraid of being rejected by the one person who accepted her for who she was since she joined the Bellas. She had to show Chloe how much she loved her and that meant accepting everything that Chloe was. "Do you know where she went?" The burnette finally asked.

Amy shook her head, "If I were you, I would go find her."

In the meantime, Chloe was a few blocks over, drinking until her lips were numb and hardly able to stand. She couldn't think. That was for sure. Which made it that much easier to deal with Beca walking out on her. Though, while Beca had been talking to Amy, Chloe received a visitor of her own.

"Chloe?" Chloe did a 180 in her barstool, making it wobble until it was stable again. It was Stacie, standing at the doorway, her face lost in confusion, "What're you doing down here?"

Chloe slurred her words when she replied, "I, could assssk youuu the same questionnnee, Msss. Conrad?" She giggled and hiccuped at the same time.

Stacie shook her head at Chloe, a small smile on her lips. "Are you alright? Is Beca feeling any better? I thought you were taking care of her."

"I'm fine! Beca's fine, Everything is fine, fine, fine." She said it in a singsong fashion, Chloe was passed plastered and Stacie could tell. Stacie signaled for the barkeep to cut off Chloe, if he hadn't aleady.

Stacie sipped at her own drink, "Did something happen?" She asked.

Chloe shrugged and cleared her throat. Her emotions were raw and tipsy and she was vulnerable, "She kissed me." She stated and put up her drink like she was doing a toast, "She kissed me and then she left."

Stacie raised an eyebrow at her and she couldn't help her jaw-dropping. She had been hoping for this for years. Her and Aubrey had bets going on how long the two would hold out. They were two peas in a pod and as they say opposites attract. They always seemed to be two puzzle pieces that fit together. They were compliments. She had suspicions since freshman year. All the Bellas wanted as for both girls to be happy, "Well, why did she do that?"

Chloe looked at him with a side eye and then pondered the question herself, "I don't know." She lied, knowing full well that Stacie was out of the Spider-girl loop. She wondered if she would be telling these lies to everyone. She hated the idea of lying to all of her friends, but Beca was right. The fewer people that knew the secret the better.
"Well, did you go find her?" Stacie asked as if it were just plain and simple like that.

Chloe eyed the brunette, her blue eyes nearly disappearing beneath her eyelids as she squinted. Her eyebrows were dented inward and she licked her lips, "No." She clicked her tongue, "Usually when someone runs away - especially her - they don't want to be found."

"Or, they want to be chased." Stacie tried her, using her raised eyebrow to pretend she knew secrets that she didn't. Stacie finished off her drink and slammed the glass on the bar, "Nine times out of ten, they want to be chased. I suggest, that you sober up and do some chasing." She clicked her heels all proud of herself and just as quickly dashed out the door. Chloe rolled her eyes as she watched the girl go. Just before Stacie walked out the door, she yelled back, "That is, if you really love her!"

I never said that I lov- Chloe was too drunk to fight Stacie on it. It was a useless thought.

Once Stacie was out of sight, Chloe slowly lifted herself off the stool and grabbed her coat. She put down a few extra bucks for the barkeep who had listened to her drag on, then she turned on her heels to walk out the door. Only she didn't. She froze. Because standing, or rather resting her hands on her knees and out of breath, in the doorway, was Beca Mitchell. She was desperately trying to catch her breath and Chloe could only assume that she had been running around the city in circles to find Chloe. "Chloe, I-" The words caught in Beca's throat and Chloe folded her arms in an irritated manner, waiting for her best friend to continue, "Chloe, Listen to me, I'm so sorry, I shouldn't of kissed yo-" she started, but Chloe was fed up with listening already.

In her half drunken state, Chloe half stumbled, half ran at Beca. She tried to stand up taller then Beca even though it was never going to happen as she said, "No. You listen to me, Beca Mitchell." She only used Beca's full name when she felt that Beca didn't deserve the nickname, "I don't know where you got your manners from, but where I'm from you do not just kiss someone," She lost her breath as tears were welling up in her eyes. She tried to choke them back when she continued, "You don't just kiss someone." Her words broke on the word kiss and the word someone only came out as a whisper, "You don't just," She was sobbing, "Kiss someone and walk away like that!" Chloe said, "It's just not right, it's not. When you kiss me, you better kiss me like you mean it, Beca."

And instead of waiting for Beca to respond, Chloe leaped toward her, her hands against Beca's shoulders, and Chloe kissed her, hard. Beca was more then surprised and fell. Her back hit the wall of the bar, her arms gripping Chloe's waist almost instinctively. Once, twice, Chloe couldn't get enough. Beca's arms were suddenly softly moving up and down Chloe's arms, leaving a trail of goosebumps behind.

Suddenly, Beca was kissing Chloe harder with a fervent, urgent need. She swept her tongue over Chloe's bottom lip and Chloe couldn't think or do anything other than give in. The Ginger moaned to give her access. This time the kiss is messier and more in need of one another. This time the kiss is soft and gentle but full of every feeling Chloe has no idea how to say out loud. So she put everything she had into it. She tried desperately m to say I'm in love with you in the way her lips move against Beca's. Chloe never wants this to stop. As She's running her hands through Beca's hair and Beca is pulling her hips closer despite the two already being flush.

In Chloe's drunken state she was hardly sure that anything is real so every few seconds she grips longer and tighter. She had to make sure this wasn't a dream. And as Beca's tongue slips inside of her mouth, she isn't even ashamed at the way she moans. They're tongues mesh and Beca moans too. When Beca finally breaks the kiss and they're both breathless and panting. When they break the kiss, Chloe feels like she can't breathe. "Chloe-" Beca whispers, their foreheads pressed against one another.

"Becs, I'm a little Tipsy." She mumbles, leaning all of her weight into her best friend.

"I can tell." Beca smiled, running a hand through her hair and rubbing her back.

"Can you take me to bed? I promise we can talk in the morning.." Chloe was still slurring her words partially, but the kiss had more than sobered her up.

"Of course." That being said, Beca picked up Chloe and carried her off to her room.